I Told You I Was Sick.

How Long Was I In The Army? Five Foot Eleven.

All I Ask Is The Chance To Prove That Money Can't Make Me Happy.

To Harry Secombe: I Hope You Die First As I Don't Want You Singing At My Funeral.

We Were Making Love In The Back Of A Truck And We Got Carried Away.

Never Return To A Doctor Whose Office Plants Have Died. After Five Days In Hospital, I Took A Turn For The Nurse.